19. lost but trying to be found. brooding with a passion for cats, tea, attractive guys, the glitz and the glamour, city scapes, and fashion, this might as well be my head, crowded with pretty faces, spaces, and places. <3

Am I the only one that craves pickles after a run? Yes? Okay. Bye.

And just like that it was all over.


All good things in my life mysteriously end very shortly after the hint of their beginning.